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Kirk Varnedoe: Pictures of Nothing
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This book represents transcriptions of the six
Mellon Lectures that Kirk Varnedoe gave in the
spring of 2003, at the National Gallery of Art in
Washington, on the subject of abstract art in America
since the time of Jackson Pollock. Minimal but
immensely skillful editing has been done throughout
(by Judy Metro, the National Gallery’s editor in chief)
essentially to smooth off rough edges, eliminate
obvious repetitions, and connect loose ends of the
narrative. It is no advertisement, but a plain fact,
that this book therefore records what is, if nothing
else, an amazing extemporaneous performance,
made all the more amazing by the speaker’s ravaged
physical condition. (Varnedoe died of cancer a scant
three months after giving the last of these lectures.)
Working only with notes, though of course drawing
on a lifetime’s reservoir of looking and thinking, the
seemingly crafted and pregnant sentences present on
these pages really were improvised by the speaker in
the course of an hour’s talking.
It was not an irresponsible or offhand
improvisation—he knew more or less what he wanted
to say and had often rehearsed it, in his own mind and
at length with listeners. (And, of course, he worked
with an outline and a huge number of slides, which
played a mnemonic role.) But the words came ring-
ing out, every Sunday, fresh and unplanned, just as
the reader meets them here. Much was premeditated
but more was improvised: looking at the images
almost always inspired an unexpected thought,
instantly blended into the body of the argument,
and here preserved. He supposed these lectures to be
his last and intended them to be his most important
work, his testament of faith. He poured all of himself
into them.
Given that truth, it seemed better to take them
as they were than to try and guess at what Varnedoe
would have done had he been given the time to do
it. Perpetually dissatisfied with his own work, he
would have doubtless revised, rewritten, and recast
many sections; he had barely begun this work when
sickness overcame him. His inability to have under-
taken these revisions is, for his readers, both a good
and bad thing. A bad thing, obviously, because that
work would have enabled him to seal off his points
and drive home his arguments in the finished text
in a way that would have, among other things, made
this preface unnecessary. And his characterizations of
other critics’ and historians’ arguments and ways of
looking at these pictures, necessarily summary given
the constraints of time and the need not to lose his
listeners in academic pilpul, would certainly have
broadened and deepened.
And yet their unfinished nature is a good thing, or
at least not necessarily a bad one, because the work of
revision—shutting off exits, italicizing easily missed
prefAce
points, and giving academic heft to the whole—might
have diminished or even eliminated the extraordinary
urgency and sense of discovery, and even joy, that
still glimmers from these pages. Whatever might
have been gained in argumentative conclusiveness
might have been lost in improvisational electricity.
Varnedoe did not value too much “finish” in a work
of art, and the hot-off-the-press quality that he valued
in his favorite pictures—preferring rough and ready
cubist collage of the first lyric rapture to its later
synthetic refinements—is present here. The lectures
are, exactly in their non-finito form, more exciting,
and a better representation of the speaker’s mind
and heart, than the more deliberate book he might
finally have produced. Varnedoe’s unique quiddity as
a lecturer—his contagious excitement in the presence
even of reproductions of works of art, his skeptical
will to ask questions of received wisdoms, and then to
ask questions of the questions, and the sheer love of
painting and sculpture that exuded from him almost
as a physical aura—is present on these pages as it is
perhaps nowhere else in his published work.
Yet this unfinished nature brings challenges too,
to both editors and readers. This book as we have
it, with its central argument dispersed throughout
its pages rather than focused on a few of them, risks
being seen as a series of evocations and epiphanies,
rather than as a pointed single argument about the
nature of abstraction, and its meaning for American
experience and modern consciousness. Varnedoe
conceived each lecture as a kind of microhistory unto
itself, taking a small issue—the relationship between
Bauhaus utopianism and American minimalism,
or the parodies of abstract expressionism found in
American pop art—and turning it round and round
in the light of his mind, while deliberately evading,
as often as not, one single conclusive reading. The
lack of neat conclusiveness was part of the point—
art evades a single or even a double rule. He jokes at
the beginning of the third lecture that two listeners
came away with diametrically opposed ideas of what
he had been arguing for, because he had in fact been
arguing for both.
But though refusing to ride any pet theory to the
doom of art, he would never have wanted this work to
seem simply an “appreciation” or a series of fine point
considerations. The lectures were meant to be an
argument, and quite a tight, strong, and provocative
one; it would be a mistake to take the speaker’s allergy
to theoretical hobby horsing for a reluctance to enter
his horse into the race. That larger argument—though
always alive in suspension in these pages, and often
spelled out in summary parts—is never, perhaps, as
entirely summed up as he would have wanted it to be
in a final draft, and it might be useful to try and at
least sketch it out, however inadequately, here.
Varnedoe intended these lectures, as he explained,
to be a riposte or answer or reply to the Mellon Lec-
tures of Austrian-English art historian E. H. Gombrich
almost fifty years earlier, which produced Art and
Illusion—one of those rare books that deserves the
much abused adjective “seminal,” since almost
everything that has been made of the philosophy of
representation descends from it. In Art and Illusion,
Gombrich wanted to show that the history of
representational art since the Renaissance was not a
history of disciplined acts of copying-from-nature,
but one of heroic acts of invention, comparable to,
and inseparable from, the parallel growth of science
around them in the same historical time frame. For
Gombrich the rise of abstract painting, which was in
its heyday as he wrote, was a return of the irrational,
a romantic rebellion against that rational human-
istic tradition of representation—impressive in its
achievements at times, but essentially “primitivizing”
and limiting in its expressive range and vision of the
world. The abstract artist could say only one thing,
again and again.
Varnedoe wanted to show something like the
opposite: that abstract art was not an undifferenti-
ated wave of negations or calls away from order, but
a series of unique inventions—situated in history,
but responsive to individual agency, and immensely
varied in tone and meaning. He wanted to show that,
like the history of representation, the real history of
abstract painting shows the continuous evolution of
a new language for art that, through the slow growth
and accretion of symbolic meaning—so that a splash
might come to suggest freedom, and a scrawl the
Self—would capture truths about the world, and
about modern existence. This language might be
coded and “corrected,” changed, in ways very different
from the ways that the Renaissance language of art had
been changed and corrected, but it was in other ways
continuous with that language, or to its underlying
assumptions about the role of art, and susceptible to
the same kind of historical criticism and reasoning.
Abstract art might be mystical and romantic in many
of its achievements, but it was essentially liberal,
humane, and rational in its historical sequencing and
broader cultural existence—historical and rational
in the simple sense that each moment in its history,
far from being trapped in a narrow subjectivity,
drew like a motif in a symphony on what had gone
before and opened possibilities for what might come
next. This evolution depended, in turn, on stable but
open-minded institutions and audiences in order
to do this; a scrawl might suggest freedom because
a splash had before suggested the Self. The abstract
artist might seem to say one thing—reiteration was
part of his rhetorical arsenal—but abstract art could
say many things. The practice of artists and viewers
had for fifty years supplied an artistic language for
American art, expressive and world-encompassing,
that could register nearly any emotion or idea, from
rhapsodic lust to Zen asceticism. What the history of
abstraction gave us was not a series of cri de couers,
pots of paint flung in the face of the bourgeois, or
of Big Brother, but a set of responses to life in a self-
made language—sly and complicated and varied, and
in need of poetic parsing.
What had intervened between Gombrich and
Varnedoe to create this radical difference of view was,
of course, a developed and more complicated practice
of abstract art. But also, and just as important, there
had been a series of changes in art history, and these
lectures respond to both kinds of change. In fact,
this book represents the culmination of Varnedoe’s
lifelong attempt to reconcile the sensibility of an
unreconstructed aesthete with the consciousness of
an unapologetic postmodern historian. Varnedoe’s last
major lecture series before this one, his still unpublished
Slade Lectures at Oxford in 1992, had been entirely
devoted to untracking and unraveling the debates on
the idea of “postmodern theory” in art history, which
had so changed the field since his youth, let alone
Gombrich’s time. (He left them unpublished because,
ironically, those lectures seemed too heavily argumen-
tative and not sufficiently appreciative or art-loving.)
These Mellon Lectures are, in a sense, his response to
the crisis of postmodernism in art history that he had
identified in the Slade Lectures: an example of what he
thought art history could do without abandoning its
commitment to historical criticism, while still insisting
that when we talk about art as a thing unto itself, and
the presence of art as an experience irreducible to any
other, we are talking about something real.
For Varnedoe wasn’t, despite long years as a
curator at the Museum of Modern Art, a stranger to
the tumult in his discipline that had led to so many
fundamental alterations in the way that art history is
conceived. His original contributions to his field had
always belonged to that enterprise. His first impor-
tant lecture, presented in the late 1970s and repeated
many times, “The Ruins of the Tuileries, 1871–1883:
The Aesthetics of Shock and Memory” had been a set-
piece of social history, taking as its subject a seeming
nonsubject—the ruins of the ancient palace of the
Kings of France left in the middle of Paris after the
bloody suppression of the Commune in 1870. It was
very much a lecture about absences, things evaded
and not shown even in advanced painting: seeing this
black hole at the center of Paris at the making of the
impressionist moment helped us to understand that
moment far more fully, as a time of razor-edge uncer-
tainties, violence, destruction, and passionate politi-
cal quarrels, very different from the hazy bourgeois
paradise of conventional thought.
He never abandoned his commitment to this kind
of historical criticism. Varnedoe’s first question on
approaching a work of art was always to ask, Under
what circumstances was it made? Rather than, Who
made it? Or even, What feelings does it evoke in me?
(That question was crucial, but it came last.) But
he soon became uneasy with what seemed to him
too great or too easy a desire among his contempo-
raries to use social history to write away art history.
That project was not one that he could sympathize
with. The presence of the aesthetic—not as a narrow,
frightened repetition of a set series of OK forms but as
something viscerally thrilling, a frisson, an excitement
unlike any in the world—was at the heart of his work
and his life. He spent most of his career as a scholar
trying to define ways in which you could understand
art as history, without looking past the art only to the
history around it. “We have no satisfactory account of
modern art as a part of modern culture,” were the first
words of his Slade Lectures. The Mellon Lectures were
part of his project to help supply one.
His attempts to do this involved many kinds of
inquiry, lit by much reading, an intellectual journey
whose full and complex history will have to be saved
for another day. In order better to understand this
book, however, it might be helpful to see what had
preceded it. His search for a new model of history
brought him first, in his revisionist history of
modern art, A Fine Disregard, and in High and Low:
Modern Art and Popular Culture toward a kind of
Darwinian vision of art history. Greatly influenced
by the neo-Darwinian ideas of Stephen Jay Gould
and Ernst Mayer, of constant creative change through
the recycling of existing parts, these ideas seemed
to Varnedoe profoundly applicable to the story of
art. This neo-Darwinian emphasis on evolution as
a means of using the old to make the new and, still
more profoundly, on the idea of the individual varia-
tion as the only existing thing, illuminated his studies
in the nature of innovation: it helped him to under-
stand the cycle of perspective passing from Europe
to Japan to be remade by Hiroshige and Hokusai,
only to return to Europe crucially reimagined for
the advantage of impressionism; or the way that the
overhead viewpoint passes from art to photography
and back again, each time adapting to new meanings
through the inflection of familiar form.
This kind of history made for a thrillingly good
big-picture story, but in the 1990s Varnedoe began
to feel that it was inadequate to the specific pictures
themselves. Artists had agency, in ways that animals
didn’t. The big picture looked right, but as soon as you
got down to the small pictures, you were in a world of
a thousand conscious choices that had to be honored
on their own. He was therefore increasingly drawn, in
the 1990s, to the work of the neo-pragmatists and the
philosopher Richard Rorty. (A conversation with the
historian and critic Louis Menand, just as Menand
was finishing The Metaphysical Club, his history
of the origins of pragmatism in American history,
played a crucial role in deflecting Varnedoe from the
first subject he had considered for these lectures, the
history of portraiture, toward this knottier but, in the
end, more central one of abstraction: it was easy to
see the ground for looking at pictures of faces, but
why at pictures of nothing?) In Rorty and pragma-
tism he found philosophical reinforcement for his
belief that just going on was enough, that no founda-
tion, no ground was needed to make art from—art
made its own ground—and that all the choices were
ours: the artist to choose and make, ours to see and
discover. Irony was not limiting if it meant a sense
of proportion, an ability to bracket experience. This
kind of pragmatism led him back away from mega-
history, back toward biography and small stories. (He
sketched the barest outlines of a triple life of Johns,
Twombly, and Rauschenberg.)
This intellectual arc—from the excitement of dis-
covering ways for material and social history to shed
unexpected life on art, through the larger view of the
problem of creativity and change, into a final faith in
art itself, in lives and objects—was in many ways gen-
erational. One sees the same move from a new his-
toricism toward a revived attention to biography and
close reading of single forms and episodes in the work
of his friend Simon Schama and in that of the Shake-
spearean scholar Stephen Greenblatt: it is not forces
from outside bearing down on the artist that count,
but choices made within the picture from a palette of
possibilities. And, as much as the Tuileries lecture was
the masterpiece of his first “phase,” and the “Fine Dis-
regard” lectures of his second, a lecture Varnedoe gave
in 2000 on the Van Gogh portrait of Joseph Roulin,
which he had acquired for the MoMA, was the mas-
terpiece and keystone of his final phase of thought.
In that lecture he concerned himself with only one
image, this single portrait of a man in a uniform with
a beard, with each element in the picture squeezed
and poked until the last juice of meaning was pressed
from it. It was a lecture not about absences but about
presences, choices. Roulin’s beard, his uniform, the
background behind him, the wallpaper, the Socratic
nose, the Slavic eyes—every single thing that Van
Gogh had registered, every choice that he had made,
was assumed to be lit with the light of the time as it
had passed through the prism of his mind. Everything
depended on looking at what was there and how it
happened, and every look at the picture led you back
into the world in which it was made. This kind of
close looking demanded a lot of specialized knowl-
edge, about the artist and his times, and this meant, in
turn, that looking at pictures, and particularly look-
ing at modern pictures, had some of the qualities of
a learned game; but then, Varnedoe thought, learned
games have all of the quality of learned games, and no
one thinks our taste for chess or football aberrant or
fraudulent or imposed by a conspiracy of taste.
These last Mellon Lectures, the book before us,
represent an extension and final achievement that
flowed from that project. It is based on a fanatically
close and microscopically detailed study of a period,
yet is rooted in the simple-seeming belief that social
life already has an artistic structure. It is not simply
that culture has its politics, but that all social and
political life has its culture—that our social life is
inherently artistic, shaped by a set of rhetorical devices
and symbols and ways of speaking and showing
and seeing that exist already, and that artists articu-
late. Minimal art takes place within a broader social
dialogue about the uses of simplicity; this doesn’t put
it in its place, but it does place it. The artist is posi-
tioned among codes and conventions common to her
time—but she is positioned within them, and they
operate as perplexing and demanding choices rather
than as high-pressure systems, raining down whether
she has an umbrella or not. The artist is a permanent
Hercules at a perpetual crossroads, forever forced to
make choices in pairs of meaning that are not of his
own making. But he is a kind of Hercules, and it is he
or she who does the heavy lifting. In these lectures, in
this book, Varnedoe attempts to practice this kind of
history in the most resistant of contexts, taking this
matter of abstract art in America, which had none of
the easy crannies and nooks—the “hooks” of familiar
imagery and icons—that allow the climber to find his
way easily up the mountains of meanings. This was
sheer blank rock face, and to climb it required a deli-
cate touch and an unmechanical sensibility.
It could be objected that what Varnedoe set out
to achieve here—a map of choices within circum-
stances, gestures within social givens—is simply what
inspired traditional scholars have always done, and
that a cultural poetics is just another name for good
art criticism. And, in a funny way, what Varnedoe
ended up doing in these lectures resembles what
Kenneth Clark did in The Nude, another set of earlier
Mellon Lectures that Varnedoe keenly admired, as
much as it does what Gombrich did in his study of
representation: a study of seemingly set-piece forms
evolving radically different meanings through subtly
differing inflections and changing communities of
“readers.” Exactly so. (Or as Varnedoe would have
said, “That’s right! That’s right!”) Among his favorite
lines on art, or anything else, were those of Matisse in
his Notes of a Painter, pointing out that all the great
discoveries in art and life were simple, familiar truths
seen new. In a sense, that was and became the point of
these lectures—that abstract art was art, resistant to
any procrustean explanation, and requiring the same
patient work of re-creation, sympathetic summary,
interpretation, and historical reasoning, as any other
art had ever done.
To see the long chain of events of which one is mere-
ly another link, but to be acutely aware of that chain,
and to see all of the ways in which creative originality
involves forging a new link within it; to grasp the pres-
sure of the past neither as a limiting boundary nor
as a fixed inheritance; to re-create old value through
new arguments and use old arguments to make new
values—that was, for Varnedoe, exactly the project of
modern abstraction, and the place where art touches
life and reaffirms its connection to our experience.
His was, above all, an optimistic view of art and its
possibilities, one that saw hope, change, and even a
kind of progress where others saw only pessimism,
individual repression, and constant negation. In this
sense, the key argumentative passage in these lectures
occurs at the beginning, rather than the end of the
book, because it is meant to be an opening onto de-
scription rather than a closing down on a single view.
Abstract art, while seeming insistently to reject
and destroy representation, in fact steadily
expands its possibilities. It adds new words and
phrases to the language by colonizing the lead
slugs and blank spaces in the type tray. Seeming
nihilism becomes productive, or, to put it
another way, one tradition’s killer virus becomes
another tradition’s seed. Stressing abstract art’s
position within an evolving social system of
knowledge directly belies the old notion that
abstraction is what we call an Adamic language,
a bedrock form of expression at a timeless
point prior to the accretion of conventions. If
anything, the development of abstraction in
the last fifty years suggests something more
Alexandrian than Adamic, that is, a tradition of
invention and interpretation that has become
exceptionally refined and intricate, encom-
passing a mind-boggling range of drips, stains,
blobs, blocks, bricks, and blank canvases. The
woven web of abstraction is now so dense that,
for its adepts, it can snare and cradle vanishingly
subtle, evanescent, and slender forms of life and
meaning. . . . Abstraction is a remarkable system
of productive reductions and destructions
that expands our potential for expression and
communication.
These lectures were his testament of faith—he
ends the last one by the iteration of the words “I
believe”—but since the faith was explicitly not dog-
matic, the faith it demands from us in turn is one
of, well, asking more questions. We might ask, for
instance, if Varnedoe here comes perilously close to
asserting that the proof of the value of modern art is
that it makes more modern art—a notion that seems
to invest a lot in pure production, and reminds one
of the cartoon cat who runs across empty air through
sheer belief and pedal-power (an image of art’s power
he might have liked). In another way, we might ask
if the search for an abstract art that can rival more
obviously figural art for power and dignity leads in-
evitably to a concentration on that side of abstract art
that borrows most heavily from the familiar dignities
of architecture and theater. The number of questions
that arise is proof of the fertility of the thinking.
Which leads to one last, more personal, reflection.
Though I wish with all my heart that Varnedoe could
have lived to polish these lectures, I would not have
them other than they are. They feel free. For, in an
irony that even a writer as keenly aware of the power
of irony as he was could not have anticipated, their
necessarily unfinished nature—their existence as
lectures, still-breathing sketches toward a final work,
drafts and researches not yet fully closed—may allow
readers more room for exactly the kind of open-
ended responses, the inventive reinterpretations, the
structured but uncoerced freedom to use another’s
thought to think again for ourselves, that Kirk Varne-
doe thought was at the heart of all creative endeavors.
An irony as happy, in its way, for new-arriving readers
as it is tragic for those of us who knew him.
Adam Gopnik